Drea Barr thought her life was getting back on an even keel. After the day she and her husband, Kirk Nunne, had the day before, she didn’t think it could actually get any worse. However, even after finding a dying man and having their apartment ransacked, it seems life is not going to get back to normal.
Waking in a strange room in an unfamiliar bed, Drea got up early. Despite the long day and all the excitement, she couldn’t sleep another minute. She set up the pot of coffee the hotel provided and turned on the TV. The news was just coming on as she poured her coffee. The reporter was talking about Jay’s murder and their apartment break in.
“Honey. Honey, wake up!”
“Mmf?” Kirk had never been one to wake easily. He rolled over, trying to focus. “Bright,” he groaned, pulling the pillow over his head. “Time’s it?”
“It’s 6:00. Shush, look!” She pointed to the screen, turning up the sound.
“Police found evidence that leads them to believe that both crimes are related. Is someone targeting local caterers? Full story at noon. For now, I’m Shelly Frakes on the scene. Back to you, Bill.”
They were looking once more at the anchorman with his perfect hair and painted on tan. The fake tan made his eyes look overly white, Drea noticed in passing. He smiled artfully at the camera just before it cut to a commercial.
“Targeting local caterers? What drivel,” Kirk mumbled. “Jay wasn’t a caterer. He was a fishmonger. Big difference.”
“I’m going shopping,” Drea said with a sigh. “I need some clean panties.”
“Where on earth will you go at this wretched hour? Sun’s barely out.” Kirk was up, pouring coffee and scratching.
“Bound to be a 24 hour Wal-Mart nearby.”
“Darling, you have shopped in a Wal-Mart in years.”
“Sorry, dear, but I’m quite sure Saks is closed at this hour! I don’t relish the idea of putting on dirty clothing after a shower.”
“You used to not mind.”
“Well, you used to think bathing was bad for you,” she said, tossing a pillow at him.
“Do we have any appointments today?”
“Nothing Margo can’t handle.”
“I’ll call her, then I’m going back to bed. This bed is wonderful. Care to join me?”
“Not with that wake up breath,” she fanned in front of her face. “I’ll be back.”
She grabbed her purse, keys and sunglasses. Kirk called his sous-chef, got embroiled in a longer conversation than he wanted, and drank another cup of coffee. That accomplished, he showered and solved the dirty underwear problem by going back to bed naked.
Drea took the car and searched out the nearest store. She was able to purchase everything they needed, except for uniforms. There was a shop downtown that would have what they needed, but it didn’t open until much later in the day. Laden with her purchases, she headed back to her car, only to find it – missing? She was sure of where she had parked. The lot wasn’t that full. Looking around frantically, she burst into tears.